Oberon Arcas, Mission Transport Ship, Two Days Later…
Helion was an i***t. A total f*****g i***t.
His former mate? The human female, Willow Baylor?
Fuck. I wanted her. I didn’t just want, I was obsessed. Wouldn’t allow her out of my sight. Not only did she not have a family collar on for protection—which meant every f*****g unmated male on the battleship was watching her as closely as I— but she was beautiful. Courageous. Fierce. Kind.
Fuckable. The scent of her wet heat had haunted me from that first day, when her p***y had been wet and hot, ready for her mate. I’d spent long hours staving off hunger by envisioning feasting on her, l*****g and tasting every part of her. f*****g her. For hours.
The knowledge that she belonged to Helion had fueled my power to resist him and his manipul
